I make you tuna salad. I hate fish of all kinds, I have the smell of tuna, and I hate peeling eggs. Yet I make making a batch of tuna salad for my dad because he wants a tuna salad sandwich to take to rehersal today.

To a lesser extent, if I make deviled eggs assume I love you. I don't like dealing with peeling eggs, and I don't eat deviled eggs. But no part of making them is repulsive to me (like tuna) so its not such a labor.

My boyfriend has to wake up much earlier than me to go to work. I set an alarm for when I know he is leaving the house so I can send him a good morning text on days that I haven't stayed over. I can just roll over and go back to sleep, but it makes him feel special.

Patterned paper towels. I really don't like them-- I think they're cutesy and tacky. Just don't like 'em. My dislike stems from a marathon cleaning session in my first apartment where I noticed tiny greenish-blue marks on the walls next to my built-in full length mirror, from the paper towel print. Now when I get paper towels I do get prints, as DH and kids love them. I even get ones with designs they'll particularly like--butterflies, popcorn (okay, that one's mine), cats, birdhouses.

When I knit/crochet something for some one. Doing so hurts, a lot. With my hands it is hard to create more than 20 min at a time before I have to use Ice packs or a heating pad. And this is while using pain pills. My DH and BFF and her BF all understand and Love anything I do create for them.

-------------------DH knows I love him because I carry his dinner plate to him while he watches TV.One time, he rreeaallyy knew that I loved him because I held his head while he was 'losing his lunch' during a bout of stomach virus he had caught from somewhere.

I hate hand sewing with a flaming passion. Anything more than buttons has to be done more or less at gunpoint. (Tendonitis in the hands adds to this.) When my DH finished his year as Master in his Masonic Lodge, I hand embroidered his Past Master's apron.

My first experience with a rotary cutter to do the ultrasuede trim on this is over in the Yeah, Don't do that thread...I still have the scar. (Short version, my thumb was hanging over the edge of my straightedge when I was cutting the strips. Those rotary cutters are SHARP!)

My family and friends know I love them if I do anything that requires handsewing... or cook curried sausages for tea.... and since I've been studying full-time and working full-time if I turn up to visit on the weekend they know I REALLY love them...

I rearrange my plans to drive you somewhere. By "my plans", I mean something like a doctor's appointment or driving way out of my way to drop someone off. The reason it's such a huge favor for me to do is because, for the longest time, it was just assumed that I would be available. After being called "selfish" for not being someone's ride when I was two days after a tooth extraction (and taking pain meds that didn't do much), something in my head sort of went "snap!" I'll still do this for people, but it isn't an automatic "yes" anymore.